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How long before light? When you sleep in brief periods of a half hour or so and awake several times before light. Count the dreams.... just had one about... what the hell was it? Don't remember already. The chemicals had wrecked his nervous system - the connection of brain to body - but left his mind intact. Sometimes I feel like my brain is better than it ever was but talking to the body is sketchy. Could get up and check, tap a key on one of the computers and the screensaver shows the time. As he considered the decision was made for him - three of the five screens suddenly came to life. 0433. The other two were air-gapped and inaccessible from outside and of the three that were not only a handful of people knew how to access. Best guess is Harry. It's been almost a month since.... The Commpad on the nightstand vibrated. OK, OK, coming.... He rolled over and slid off the bed into a face down position, did fifty pushups. He had long ago stopped at fifty as time was more important - not that he didn't get plenty of exercise in a normal day. No danger of sluffing off as Erika would have him in the gym real quick if he got lazy. He did twenty-five reps with the ten pound weights. Four, almost five years ago he had struggled to lift a two pound weight. He regarded his sixty-eight year old self in the mirror. Except for the grey could be forty, but some guys are greying at forty. I'm Alec Dawson, male Caucasian, age fifty-seven, one each. Okey-dokey. The bedroom was pretty much a studio apartment, twenty by thirty and a kitchenette in one corner and an office in another. He went over and plugged a K-cup of Folgers Black Silk into the Keurig and pressed the GO button. As the coffee began to drip he unwrapped a Swisher mini and lit it. Harry, if it was him, wouldn't get antsy for a while, half hour at least. And if it wasn't Harry he wasn't much concerned about whoever it was. Liar. You know if you're needed you're needed and you're gonna go. After coffee and a smoke. The coffee half finished he checked the computers. Miranda was his main unit and a Cobalt-Six chat window was open. "Need you at Salem-Six ASAP." Okey-dokey, Salem-Six. Guessing Harry is there. Finish my smoke and coffee. That was not long enough but he went across the hall to the master bath and brushed his teeth and touched up the beard. Dressed in the usual knaki outfit and prepared for a two to three day trip - more than that they could damn well give him time to prepare properly. The usual rig of Carl Sherman pistols went on - a pair of the seven-inch barreled 1911-style pistols with twelve-round magazines and a pair of extra mags for each. A Cole Barker wakizashi went in an over the shoulder sheath. The little four-barrel derringer went into a pocket - the the cantankerous little .357 had been cleaned up to a decent trigger weight but was loaded with .39 Special - a .38 at a few inches is good enough.
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